In the bar.
Henry Cooper and Isabella Lindsey remained in a deadlock.
He raised a small red box with gold edges high in the air, offering it to Isabella as if in a solemn proposal ceremony.
His eyes burned brightly.
Like light shining.
Flowing towards Isabella without missing a beat!
"Goddess!"
An excited male voice suddenly erupted.
Soon after, Waldor Jones walked out from the large booth behind, feigning surprise, "I was watching for a while before confirming it was you!"
"You've been here all along?"
Isabella faintly noticed someone continuously taking photos with a phone, could it be him?
"Yeah, I came to the bar with friends today."
Waldor pointed behind him, where two men and three women waved over listlessly, but Isabella showed no reaction, her face indifferent as always.
"Goddess, if you're not with Hugh, what are you doing at his bar?"
Waldor approached confidently, dismissing any man nearby as irrelevant, with Isabella as the sole focus of his sight.
